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SCENE I. A public Place.
Swords and Bucklers.
Sampson. REGORY, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
Gre. No; for then we should be colliers.
Sam. I mean, an we be in choler we'll
draw. Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar.
Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.
Gre. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou run'st away,
Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand. I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
Gre. That shews thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sam. 'Tis true; and therefore women, being the
weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.
Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will shew myself a tyrant. When I have fought with the men,
will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads.
Gre. The heads of the maids ?
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.
Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.
Sum. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand; and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Gre. 'Tis welí, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of Montagues.
Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee.
Gre. How! turn thy back, and run?
Sam. Let us take the law of our sides ; let them begin.
Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list.
Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir ?
Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir ;. but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir ?
Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Enter Benvolio, at a distance. Gre. Say, better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
[They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do.
[Beuts down their Swords.
Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the
word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward.
[They fight. Enter several Persons of both Houses, who join the Fray;
then enter Citizens, with Clubs and Partisans. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike! beat
them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues ! Enter Capulet, in his Gown ; and Lady CAPULET. Cap. What noise is this ? Give me my long sword,
bo! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a
sword ? Cap. My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter MONTAGUE, and Lady MONTAGUE.
Enter Prince, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel ... Will they not hear?– What ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved Prince.Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets, And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker’d with peace, to part your canker'd hate. If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away: You, Capulet, shall go along with me; And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our farther pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgement-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. [Exeunt Prince and Attendants; CAPULET, La.
Cap. Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worship’d sun
Mon. Many a morning bath he there been seen,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?
Mon. Both by myself and many other friends;